"No. 7 Generation 01. Comprehensive report is now available. The evaluation is as follows."
"The lower limit of mental power: 'super-level', the upper limit: 'unknown'."
"The lower limit of physical fitness: 'super-level', the upper limit: 'unknown'."
"Training results: Passed in 9 nanoseconds with average mental capacity."
"Task result: Average mental capacity: 243 milliseconds. The task failed. The reason for failure was 'the energy of the pillar cannot bear the mental power of the tasker, and the world collapses'."
"Sentiment value: lack of data support, estimated to be: 0."
“Whether there is self-destructive tendencies: Judgment is none.”
"Whether there is a tendency to defect: Judgment is none."
"Whether there is an evolutionary tendency: Judgment as 'unknown'."
"..."
"Based on the above data analysis, the 7th generation 01 will be evaluated - if it passes the test, it will be allowed to enter."
*
Opening his eyes, he saw a snow-white, familiar training room. Mo Yin disconnected and walked out of the room. The light outside was strong. He squinted his eyes, and a lake-like green flashed through his pupils.
"Hello, your laid-off and re-employment tasks have been completed. Congratulations on passing with full marks. Do you want to return to your position as the guardian of the All-Channel Villain Department?"
"I can not wait any more."
“The coordinator is as dedicated as ever.”
"Thank you for the compliment."
"Please go to the preparation room, a new mission world will be opened for you."
Mo Yin has his own separate preparation room, which is very simple and clean according to his preference. There is nothing except a sofa for resting.
Mo Yin sat on the sofa and leaned back, feeling the soft water-like touch on his back.
"Dear Villain Coordinator, welcome back, we will open the barrier for you next -"
Mo Yin closed his eyes and released his mental power.
An icy blue net enveloped him.
"The barrier was opened successfully."
"identifying."
"Identity confirmed: Villain coordinator Mo Yin."
"The values match successfully, opening a new world."
The mechanical voice paused uncharacteristically for a moment.
There was no familiar water-soluble feeling of activating the small world. Instead, there was a sense of stagnation in a two-dimensional world. Mo Yin used his mental power to communicate with the system, "What's going on?"
"Dear villain coordinator, this time we will open a new world for you."
Mo Yin was keenly aware that the "new world" mentioned by the system did not just mean opening another world.
Sure enough, every next sentence of the system subverted Mo Yin's previous understanding.
"There is no plot in this world, and everything is unknown."
"The only thing you know is that you will become the biggest villain in the world, fighting against the protagonist."
"The system will not follow the coordinator to enter, and we are sorry that we cannot provide you with any assistance."
"Once you die in the world, you will be logged out of the world immediately."
"Please try to stay alive."
The mechanical voice continued to state one after another, without giving Mo Yin any chance to ask questions.
"Goodbye and good luck."
The last syllable reached his ears, and the deadlocked sense of planeness was instantly broken. Mo Yin had no time to react, and his mental power was suddenly uprooted from his body by a huge energy!
"Bang——"
It was as if a pair of giant hands were lifting his body and slamming it against the hard glass.
Explosive breaking sounds, flying debris, burning heat, severe tinnitus... A terrifying dizziness swept over Mo Yin. He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelashes were dripping and sticky, as if they were heavy with some thick liquid. , completely powerless.
Then he smelled blood.
The strong, overwhelming smell of blood.
There is crushing pain everywhere in the body. From the muscles to the bones, every inch feels like being hit by a heavy stone. It is shaking stiffly and at an uncontrollable frequency. The chest and lungs are like torn bellows. Breathing is involuntary. Everything is... Passive and instinctively seeking to survive, every breath brings the pain of crying blood.
Mo Yin had never experienced such a real sense of near-death.
It was too real, as if his body was experiencing death.
This is very wrong.
In the past, whether it was the training world or the mission world, all the small worlds gave him the same feeling as if they were separated by a layer of film, which could not really affect his feelings at all. His mental power was superior to those worlds and he could feel it. There's just a ridiculous sense of falsehood.
Such strong energy.
Is this the alliance finally willing to give him a big one?
Mo Yin wanted to laugh a little.
The chest that gradually returned to deathly silence suddenly rose and fell slowly with a strong burst of willpower.
"Quick, quick, my heart rate is rising——"
Mo Yin heard the shouts of war in his ears, and the pulley rolled across the ground and made a "click" sound. The thick and sticky bit that covered his eyelids slowly rolled down, and he struggled to open his eyes a crack. He saw When he reached the dazzling white light, it was a bit like the training world, except that the light was not as hot. Then, his consciousness fell into boundless darkness...
"Are you nervous?"
A kind and gentle female voice.
Mo Yinsheng turned around and saw a face without facial features.
This scene was supposed to be scary, but he didn't feel the slightest fear.
"Xiao Yin won't be nervous," a male voice came from the front. He sounded like a middle-aged man and his tone was very proud. "He will fly a plane in the future." After saying that, the middle-aged man turned his face and looked back. .
The same lack of facial features.
Mo Yin intuitively felt that the other party should have smiled at him.
His fingers seemed to be twisting something. Mo Yin looked down at his palm. He was holding a dark yellow document bag with "First Air Force Aviation University" written on the front.
Memories from the past eighteen years instantly flooded into my mind.
He was born in an ordinary family. His father is a taxi driver, his mother is a cashier in a supermarket, and his father is a local. In this city where land is precious, there is an old house left by the previous generation, which can make the family of three feel at ease. Apart from some trivial annoyances, life is considered carefree. What makes the couple most gratified is that they have raised an exceptionally good son from an ordinary family like theirs.
As their son, he has a smart brain, a healthy body, and a gentle and sensible personality. He has just turned eighteen this year. He has successfully passed the Air Force recruitment selection and is about to embark on his dream career in aviation.
Everything is so perfect.
Until that truck came roaring up.
*
"how do you feel today?"
The nurse doing rounds had a gentle tone.
More than ten days have passed since the tragic car accident. The young man who survived the struggle for life and death had his head wrapped in gauze. Fortunately, he only suffered a few scratches on his face. Qingjun's face was a little pale. At this moment, Smiling politely at the nurse, "Thank you, I feel good."
"If you feel uncomfortable, tell me immediately."
The nurse looked at the infusion tube and asked, "Is the infusion speed okay?"
"fine."
The nurse controlled her expression and did not show excessive pity and sympathy, so as not to make the patient feel uncomfortable.
After Mo Yin woke up from the operation, he acted very calmly and did not ask about his parents' situation. The nurse thought that he might have guessed it.
"Then I'm going out first, you have a good rest," the nurse said and turned around, took two steps and then looked back, "By the way, do you need a mobile phone?"
In a car accident, three people died and one was seriously injured.
The phone was intact.
Mo Yin smiled and picked up the phone that the nurse put on the table.
He was just transferred out of the intensive care unit the day before yesterday, and his physical condition is now very stable. Although he felt like he was about to die after entering this world that day, it turns out that he is still a long way from death, and he recovered quickly.
Before activating the world, everything the system says is true.
In these few days, except for the memory and experience of this character in the past eighteen years, he knew nothing else in his mind. The plot line - no, the mission - no, the protagonist information - also no, it was stuck like a dog-skin plaster. The system is indeed not there.
what is this? Free?
Mo Yin twitched his lips, turned on his cell phone, and immediately received many calls, text messages, and WeChat messages.
Some time ago, when he was still lying in the intensive care unit, the doctor said that someone at home had already come to see him. It was his uncle, who saw him outside the ward and then left. Maybe he was busy giving him "the best things in this world". "Parents" are taking care of the funeral. Anyway, after he was transferred to the normal ward, his uncle has not come to visit him yet. The ones responsible for taking care of him these days are two taciturn nurses.
The messages on the phone were all received in the two days after the car accident. The lag was very serious, so Mo Yin simply ignored the messages.
Since his birth, Mo Yin has been protected at a high level, and because of his strong mental strength, he has never been injured.
The pain experience for so many days was quite new to him.
At the same time, Mo Yin was also curious, how much energy must this world have to make his feelings so real? It made him very interested in the plot and protagonist he might encounter next.
Mobile phones are undoubtedly a good channel for obtaining information.
There was a car accident when he entered this world. Mo Yin didn't think that the car accident was just the background of the opening scene. It must be related to the main plot of this world.
"...Being squeezed out of breath like this, and having to take desperate risks in order to complete the required performance. There are many drivers who drive tiredly. They are called 'death squads' in Youcheng Logistics Company, so like this Does the title mean that Youcheng Logistics Company is actually well aware of the situation of these drivers? And we don’t know how much proportion of such ‘death squads’ occupy in Youcheng Logistics. As of the reporter’s report Previously, Youcheng Logistics Company has not made any response to this matter..."
"...A family of three, a sudden disaster occurred, causing three deaths and one injury. Is it just the fault of tired driving? Or is there someone else behind the scenes who needs to be responsible for this?"
"Everyone, I am very sad about the occurrence of the 829 incident. When I founded Youcheng, my ideal was to build a united, efficient, conscientious enterprise that provides consumers with high-quality logistics services and is responsible for society... Network Some of the rumors on the Internet are completely false... In order to obtain performance bonuses, employees ignored the company's safety manual, worked overtime in violation of regulations, and drove while fatigued, which led to such a tragedy... Our company will treat the losses caused by the employees who caused the accident to the victims' families. We will shoulder the responsibility and try our best to minimize the losses of the victims, and we also implore the society and the public to supervise us..."
After finishing his sincere speech, the middle-aged man stood up and bowed deeply. His hair was slightly gray, and a strand of white hair swayed as he bowed. The flashlight flashed crazily. After a moment, the middle-aged man raised his face, The reporter zoomed in and clearly captured his tired face and reddish eyes.
There was a mix of positive and negative reviews in the comments section.
"I didn't pretend to be dead, I didn't run away, I stood up and took responsibility as soon as possible. President Pei is domineering and a real man."
"How much has the stock price fallen (dog head)"
"Working overtime in violation of regulations, do you believe this?"
"It has been clarified that the employees violated the safety manual. 'Suicide Squad' is just a title. Youcheng also has 'Forward Team' and 'Vanguard', which are the titles they were accustomed to in that era. Netizens should not be too divergent."
"How much does it cost to wash the floors upstairs? Please show me."
"I heard that the people who were hit were a family of three. The parents died on the spot and only one son was left. How do Youcheng plan to take responsibility? Pay compensation for his life?"
"Youcheng has been doing charity work and has built many public welfare schools. I wonder what contributions those keyboarding people upstairs have made to society?"
"The hit was so pitiful. It seemed like he was hit on the way to register at the university..."
"The driver who crashed the car is said to be an orphan. It's so tragic."
"It's really unlucky."
"..."
Mo Yin closed the comment area under the video and looked thoughtfully at the white wall in front of him.
Youcheng Logistics.
"Dong dong——"
The nurse opened the door with a surprised look on her face, "Someone is here to see you."
Mo Honghai carried a basket of exquisite fruits with a distressed look on his face, "Xiao Yin, you have suffered a serious crime this time. Does it still hurt?"
Mo Yin looked at him quietly.
In his memory, the relationship between his uncle Mo Honghai and their family had always been ordinary. This uncle was lazy, liked to gamble, and was in debt.
When Mo Yin went home a few days ago, he bumped into Mo Honghai coming down the corridor of their home cursing. As he walked, he turned back and cursed, "Mo Hongshan, don't be so proud that you think it's a big deal to have a pilot son, right? You don't know how. I have always been proud of myself, but I am still not sure who will ask for whom in the future——"
"Fortunately," Mo Yin said, "the doctors and nurses are taking good care of me."
Mo Honghai was not young, but not very big. When Mo Yin said this, he immediately felt that Mo Yin was secretly blaming him for not coming to see him.
Mo Honghai felt uncomfortable, but he still had a kind smile on his face. He sighed again, lowered his head and said: "In the past two days, I have been busy taking care of your parents' funeral arrangements. Hey, I have been so busy that I haven't slept well these past few days. After sleeping, you have been in intensive care. I have visited you several times and you have fallen asleep, which makes me worried..."
Mo Yin said warmly: "Thank you, uncle."
Mo Honghai said "hmm", wiped the non-existent tears from the corner of his eyes, raised his head and said: "Xiao Yin, this time you are really a disaster sent from the sky. Fortunately, you are still alive. I finally have an explanation for your parents. , It's just your legs..." Mo Honghai hesitated and glanced at Mo Yin's lower body.
"What's wrong with my legs?" Mo Yin asked cooperatively.
"You don't know yet?" Mo Honghai frowned, "The doctor told me that your leg is broken and there is a high probability of being paralyzed. You may have to use a wheelchair in the future!"
Mo Yin's eyes fell on the bulge on the quilt.
Sure enough, his whole body hurt in the past two days, but he had no feeling at all in his lower body.
"What a good kid...hey...originally I was going to be a pilot..."
Mo Yin said nothing, with his head lowered and his side face calm.
Mo Honghai observed his expression and thought that Mo Yin must have been stunned by the sudden bad news, so he quickly hit the rails while the iron was hot: "But Secretary Ding said that Mr. Pei is willing to help you hire the best doctor for treatment, and go abroad for treatment, even if it cannot be cured." Well, he will be responsible for the rest of his life. As long as you ask, he will agree to any request. Mr. Pei is really kind-hearted. Logically speaking, this matter has nothing to do with anyone. Xiao Yin, I think, should we do this, Mr. Pei wants to come tomorrow. It’s up to you. When the time comes, thank Mr. Pei properly, and there will be a press conference to testify..."
"How much?"
Mo Yin interrupted Mo Honghai's spitting speech.
Mo Honghai was stunned for a moment and said hurriedly: "How much, it depends on what you want. The money you spend to go to college and buy a house when you start a family in the future. Secretary Ding said these can be counted."
Mo Yin smiled. His face was different from his real body. He looked very gentle and harmless. He turned his face and said softly: "No, I'm asking how much you paid to help them do it." guest?"
Mo Honghai was startled again, then blushed to the root of his neck, slapped his thigh, as if he was slandered, pointed at Mo Yin and said angrily: "Xiao Yin, what are you talking about? We are a family, I accept it No matter what the money, I’m doing it all for your own good!”
Mo Honghai saw that Mo Yin's face was sickly white and his head was still wrapped in gauze. He looked pitiful no matter what. He held his head high and looked like he had been wronged without any guilt.
Mo Yin: "Uncle, my scores this year can get me into University A."
Mo Honghai didn't understand why Mo Yin suddenly said this, and said casually: "This can also be arranged by Mr. Pei. You can't go to the Air Force School. You will go to University A when the time comes. Tell me, it's all for your future. Consider, what should I charge?”
"You misunderstood, that's not what I meant."
Mo Yin smiled, his tone as gentle as the spring breeze, "I mean, if there is a fool between you and me, who do you think it will be?"
